A few days ago, I received some forwarded e-mail notes from a few of my Facebook friends. Women receiving the notes were instructed to post only one word in their Facebook status bar that day – the color of their bras.
The idea was to show support for the fight against breast cancer. Women would post their colors and men would wonder why. And all of it would inspire conversation.
I happily posted my color and passed the note to a few more friends, but I chose only those whom I thought would enjoy participating.
I saw colors everywhere on Facebook that day and conversations ensued around them.
Yes, some of the comments were merely joking reactions to the bras themselves, but in some cases real discussion followed. Even a couple of breast cancer survivors posted their colors.
One blog mentioned that if we had posted our colors, then we should send a donation to the Susan G. Komen Foundation. Okay, that’s a fair challenge. By all means, if you can donate, then please do.
It’s unfortunate the same blogger stated that the women who participated in the status update were attempting to be playful, flirtatious or cute. Really? I wasn’t. In fact, I don’t know anyone who was.
He also suggests that posting our colors is actually harmful to men. What?
Whether you donate or not, don’t feel guilty or silly for participating in the status update. Don’t separate yourself from those who have money to give. Enthusiasm and camaraderie count too.
I don’t think any of the women who typed in their colors did so in lieu of donating. My guess is that a few of them were reminded to donate. And truly, what can be the harm in igniting conversation for a couple of days? The bloggers are going bonkers – myself included, I guess.
And that brings me to a blunt reality check. Stop reading now if you have a sensitive disposition.
Breast cancer isn’t pretty. It doesn’t respect your privacy, your religious beliefs, your ethnic background, your social status or your income level. It doesn’t care if you’re a classy lady or a bawdy broad. It doesn’t even require you to be a woman. Plenty of men are affected by it as well.
My best friend died from breast cancer at age 38. Before she passed away, she was pumped full of chemicals and had her breast removed. She lost her hair, her strength and sometimes her confidence. She was subjected to every personal indignity that this disease could muster.
I struggle not to presume what she might have done in my shoes, but I believe in my heart she wouldn’t have questioned or criticized my posting that color. I think she might even have appreciated the less serious, chuckle inducing comments that came from all of this.
Whatever the case, I want you to know that my bra is black and I am grateful I’m alive and have two breasts to fill it.
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